Chapter 20: Our Family is Rich Now

After selling the mountain of trash—like rusty longswords, iron bars, and pitchforks—along with broken white, green, and blue-grade sets, Qin Yu had reaped 800,000 gold coins.

“Mister Qin Yu, would you like to buy some items? I happen to have a large stock of herbs required for potion-making right here.”

The head merchant felt a pang of heartache; if not for the sake of befriending this alchemist, he wouldn’t have purchased so much worthless junk.

Now he had to sell Qin Yu some herbs to recoup his losses, assuming Qin Yu would be more than happy to buy them all.

“Herbs, you say? How many do you have?”

“About 100,000 stalks. If you buy them all, I’ll sell them to you for 5 gold a piece—well below market price.”

Note: The most widely used currency in Fate Paradise is gold.

100,000 herbs would cost 500,000 gold.

A merchant’s normal selling price was 6 gold per stalk, while their buying price was 2 gold.

Qin Yu couldn’t help but sigh at the craftiness of these merchants; just because it was 1 gold cheaper didn’t mean he was going to fall for the trap.

“I have no such plans for the time being.”

“Ah, well…”

The merchant nearly suffered internal injuries from Qin Yu’s blunt refusal.

He had spent 800,000 buying junk; surely there was some moral obligation to let him recoup some cash?

Unwilling to give up, the merchant continued pestering Qin Yu about the herbs, gradually lowering the price until it hit 3 gold.

At this point, Qin Yu felt it was time to close the deal.

“In that case, I’ll take all of those herbs.”

“…”

The head merchant finally breathed a sigh of relief; earning a little was better than nothing, plus he had gained the alchemist’s favor, so it wasn’t a total loss.

“By the way, if I refine these herbs into potions, you’ll buy those back too, right?”

“Of course! I’ll take as many as you can—”

Just as he said this, the merchant felt something was off; a faint sense of “Danger” seemed to flicker above his head.

Having spent 300,000 gold, Qin Yu temporarily bid farewell to the merchant.

Luna was outside waiting for him, while Yin Feixue had already gone to rest.

“Let’s go.”

Luna, her face perpetually gloomy, followed behind Qin Yu.

To be honest, she desperately wanted to kill Qin Yu, but she couldn’t; the restrictions prevented her from raising a hand against him.

“Luna, you’ve been the Moon God for too long; you’ve forgotten how ordinary beings survive…”

Qin Yu wanted to offer some guidance to Luna, mostly so she would stop staring at him like a vengeful spirit all day; even if she couldn’t act on it, it was still quite unsettling.

“There’s a good saying: if you can’t leave ‘him,’ then learn to love ‘him’…”

“Hmph. In your dreams.”

In the original saying, the “him” referred to life, but it could easily be interpreted as Qin Yu.

Luna obviously took it as referring to Qin Yu.

On the carriage the caravan had provided for them, the Bloodwood Coffin lay still, with Yin Feixue resting inside.

Knock, knock, knock…

Qin Yu reached out and tapped on the coffin.

“Hey, you there?”

“I’m not…”

Yin Feixue had just fallen asleep and didn’t want to be disturbed.

Qin Yu didn’t push it and sat down beside the coffin, while Luna unceremoniously plopped down right on top of it.

“Hey! Servant of a servant, don’t overstep your bounds!”

“Can’t I even sit down?”

Suddenly, a murderous aura swept through the entire caravan.

The head merchant shuddered in fear; the captain of the guard was only Tier 5 and had never seen such a display.

“Alright, alright, Luna, come down from there.”

Qin Yu picked Luna up and set her down.

“Let—go—of—me!”

Luna tried to break free, but the restrictions made it impossible for her to resist, which only made her angrier.

“Servant, keep your servant in check, or I will have to teach her a lesson myself.”

Yin Feixue indignantly closed her eyes to return to her rest.

“Hmph, so stingy…”

Luna was behaving exactly like a spoiled brat in need of discipline; Qin Yu felt helpless—he couldn’t exactly give her a harsh beating.

Luna stopped speaking, sitting on the carriage with her arms crossed, her long legs dangling and swinging in the air as she closed her eyes to enjoy the quiet world.

This place was considerably better than the Blood Soul Realm.

Seeing an unintentional smile of satisfaction on Luna’s face, Qin Yu asked, “It’s better here than the Blood Soul Realm, right?”

Hearing him speak, Luna’s expression immediately returned to its hostile state.

“It would be even better if you two weren’t here.”

Luna didn’t know what kind of bad luck she had stumbled into, being enslaved as an automaton by a human so much weaker than herself, left at his beck and call.

“If we weren’t here, you would have faced eternal death as a Moon God very soon, and no one would have been able to save you then…”

As the saying goes, a bad life is better than a good death.

“Hmph. I would rather have died!”

Right now, Luna was healthy enough to throw a tantrum, but if she were truly facing death, she would make a different choice—just as she clearly had before.

“That wouldn’t be impossible, but my God-Slayer Automaton would go to waste. Until I’ve squeezed every bit of utility out of you, I won’t let you die.”

“…”

Luna said nothing more; she knew she had no choice but to accept her current reality.

After traveling for half a day, the caravan finally reached the next town.

They had encountered a few bandits and outlaws along the way, but the guard team had handled them.

The Tier 5 guard captain did possess some degree of skill.

By the time they entered the town, it was already dusk.

Knock, knock, knock…

“My dear Xiao Xue, we’ve reached our destination.”

Qin Yu woke the sleeping Yin Feixue.

The Bloodwood Coffin slowly opened, and Yin Feixue emerged in a new outfit: a red-and-white dress with a cravat, looking every bit like a high-born noble lady.

“Servant…”

Yin Feixue didn’t rush out; instead, she extended her slender hand.

“Sigh…”

Qin Yu sighed and took her hand; he knew exactly what she wanted.

Like a young miss and her butler, Qin Yu helped her out.

“Mm. Servant, it seems your professional skills are quite excellent.”

Of course they were; Qin Yu had lost count of how many times he had done this in his past life.

“…”

Luna watched the scene, speechless.

“My lady, there is something I must tell you~”

Qin Yu played along with her post-sleep aristocratic persona.

“Speak.”

“Not long ago, I sold the junk I scavenged from the Blood Soul Realm for 800,000…”

“My lady, we are wealthy now.”

Yin Feixue nodded slowly, her every movement adhering to noble etiquette, though she didn’t have much of a concept of how much money that actually was.

“Then can I buy new clothes too?”

“Certainly, though this small town likely doesn’t have any dresses worthy of your status…”

Luna was getting tired of watching their master-servant roleplay. “Hey! Are you two done yet?!”

“Quiet, servant of a servant. It seems if I don’t teach you a lesson today, you won’t know who the master is!”

The two of them were back at each other’s throats.

“Stop! Peace is a virtue. I’ll take both of you into town in a bit to see if there’s any good fabric…”

Truly, two women together meant trouble; they’d fight at the drop of a hat, leaving him as the sole mediator.